Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.